Chapter Three: The Abandoned Fall Back Into Formation

Then hundreds of noises stabbed into his mind. He staggered and caught the wall. The echoes were multiplying. The future had become a shattered mirror, every fragment ringing with a different ending. “What do you hear?” Zhou Yan asked. “We lose,” Lin Mo answered. Tang Ye scoffed. “Which time?” Lin Mo raised his head. Among hundreds of sounds of defeat, one faint rhythm remained: three short taps, two long, then three short. The attack cadence they had invented minutes ago and never uploaded. He smiled. “Most of them.” The check-in gate opened. Morning light and stage light poured into the tunnel together. Lin Mo stepped forward, and behind him four uneven sets of footsteps gradually became one.